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pickabetterusername · 2 years

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Stupid Games, Stupid Prizes

pairing: female!villain X Katuski Bakugo

word Count: 2K

summary: an all too familiar villain shows up during Bakugo and Midoriya's fight after Kamino.

warnings: mature content, it got kinda dark idk, characters aged up for soon-to-be obvious reasons, lewd speech, pregnancy mention, angsty as fuck, villain X Katsuki have a past

a/n: i decided i needed to practice in the third person POV and this idea hit me like a ton of bricks. literally couldn't stop writing til i finished this. it's a snippet in the middle of a story not yet constructed. i won't give much background in case i decide to do something more with it, so feel free to speculate, but it's a hero-gone-bad type beat. ENJOY

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"Wait. Wait, wait, wait," she stuttered before her eyebrows furrowed. "You were quirkless?"

Her hand slowly raised, lazily pointing at Midoriya.

"Akari? No, I—you misheard!" His eyes were wide, seeing her walk out from the alley. It was dark, and she wasn't supposed to be there, and now she knew too much. Once upon a time, he supposed it wouldn't have mattered much, but too much had changed.

Bakugo was a little wide-eyed as well, though not in a panicked way. He only looked the way he always did, angry with a hint of something in the eyes. Akari liked that about him. She always knew what he was feeling. Right now, those red eyes reflected fear.

She wasn't supposed to know about One For All. Bakugo wasn't supposed to know, but he had figured it out. Now Akari got to walk in on that information bombshell out of nowhere? After all the stunts she pulled? No.

Well, Bakugo thought, she wouldn't know for long.

The hothead stepped forward, hands tingling with heat. With a snarl on his face, he growled, "What are you doin' here."

"Funny," Akari nonchalantly cocked her head. "One minute you're causing poor Midoriya harm, the next you’re protecting him from it. Never took you for a switch, Katsuki."

Bakugo growled, shaking his head in distaste. "You seemed pretty confident I would switch sides and team up with you."

"Yeah, so there was some misjudgment in our plan, at least I can admit it." She clicked her tongue and shook her head, getting right back to the harassment, "So which one gets you off? You always were kind of rough."

It was much too easy to make the blowtorch cause a scene.

With a yell, he ran at her. She dodged the first blow, smacking his arm to the side. Swing after swing, she effortlessly dodged them all, not bothering to hit back. Finally, Bakugo backed off.

"How the hell are you doing that!?" he roared.

The edge of her lip pulled into a smirk. She shrugged, tilting her head to one shoulder. "So I may have picked up a few more skills," she responded simply. "His name was Nightwatch, I think- no, that's from Game of Thrones. Nightseek? No- you know—" she shrugged in dismissal, waving a hand, "—I'm not sure! He was dying anyway. He didn't need the quirk."

Bakugo's brows furrowed, red eyes narrowing. He'd heard about the battle against the Yakuza. The one that killed Nighteye, the one he wasn't a part of. Maybe if he'd just picked a different agency...

The heat from his palms crackled now, letting off little explosions. Had she planned that from the start? How could she have? He was being paranoid, but Akari would do anything presented an opportunity.

Before he could attack again she looked past him.

"Oh hey, Midoriya,” she spoke casually. “I don’t really care about your quirk thing in case you were wondering. Just means we’re more alike than I thought.”

Bakugo glanced back to see Midoriya frozen in place. The idiot. He squinted, seeing only the whites of his eyes. It looked...familiar.

The Sports Festival.

So she’s got multiple new quirks? How many can she hold? Surely her body can't handle that. Bakugo found himself worrying more than he should have, more than he wanted

“Oh.” Akari bit her lip, leaning in to get a better look. “We doin’ okay over there, little guy?" she asked, feigning concern. “You’re a bit of a trial run.”

Turning over his shoulder to glare at Akari, he let out a hot breath. "How'd you get the extra's quirk?"

She smiled, clapping her hands once, lacing them together. "You're a quick one, Bakugo. People should really give you more credit. They think you're all brawn and mouthy, but you sure are full of brains, aren't you? Ugh, I just know you so well...don't I?"

Bakugo was grinding his teeth. His brain ran in circles, trying to think if he answered one of her questions.

Just keep her talking, Midoriya will snap out of it. "You don't know me at all, you bitch. Now answer the question," he snarled.

Akari let out a laugh. "Oh, but I do know you so well. Every single inch of you if I can recall."

She did know him, better than he'd ever admit. More than well enough to taunt him. He'd throw the first punch if she wanted it, if she lured him into it.

Heat simmered too close to the surface of Bakugo's skin and she could see it. His jaw was clenched, fists held tight at his sides. If Akari wanted to freeze him, she would've done it by now. It was a fight she wanted.

Bakugo's lip curled up, baring his teeth. "Is this a game to you!" It wasn't a question. He already knew the answer.

Her hands laced together and pressed against the spot just below her naval. His eyes dropped to them, a weird feeling swirling in his gut. Bakugo ignored it, blasting toward her at full force. As soon as he landed, his body went heavy, locking in place.

What?

He could still see her, but everything was foggy. Straining, he tried to throw a punch, but his body wouldn't listen, wouldn't activate. Racking his brain he—

You don't know me at all.

Goddamnit! He answered her fucking question. Stupid! Stupid! She made him into a moron.

"It's a game I think I'm winning, actually," she spoke, a forced smile on her face. "I'll bet you hate that."

He watched her through blurry vision, unable to respond or yell or scream. It was like floating in a void within his own body, caged yet intangible, fuzzy at the edges.

"I wonder if our child will like winning too," she spoke a little lower as if shy.

Bakugo's eyes fell to her hands still resting on her lower stomach.

No.

"That's all I came to tell you," she sighed out, stepping forward and swiping the back of her fingers across his temple.

Her touch made him shiver. He wanted to lean into it. Closing his eyes, he leaned into his anger instead. No, what he wanted was to grab her by the throat and squeeze until she admitted she was a liar.

"Awe," she pouted, only guessing at the turmoil sloshing around Bakugo's skull. "It's the truth, I promise." Akari just barely patted her lower belly.

Liar.

The hand against Bakugo's face fell to his wrist. She squeezed it gently as her free hand pulled up her shirt.

Bakugo wanted to puke.

"I've got your little girl in here," she spoke softly, in the voice he remembered so well.

Then Akari moved his hand to lay flat against her skin, his thumb slipping beneath her waistband. She was so warm to the touch he wanted to flinch away, as if her skin could burn his palm.

"Can't you feel her?" Akari's voice was so small, so frail. Bakugo focused on her eyes, swore he could see the way they glossed over. His own tears collected but none would fall. The pressure was almost too much, his vision getting blurrier and blurrier.

If he wasn't locked in place, he would've been trembling. Not the kind where his hands would shake and he'd hide it with clenched fists, but the whole body kind. The kind where he's scared shitless and his heart pumps so hard he can hear the blood rushing in his ears.

That's when Bakugo felt it. Just a tiny thing, but with so much force.

A little kick.

Emotions flooded his body like a tsunami. Head to toe, feelings leaked out everywhere. It was like his muscles ripped apart and reformed just to do it all over again. His shattered bones dusted the floor. Bakugo wanted to scream, level buildings until he short-circuited his arms and passed out and became part of the rubble. He wanted to pick Akari up and spin her around and kiss her face and, and—

He couldn't do any of that.

The glossy, frightened eyes looking up at him weren't the ones he remembered. They weren't hers, not Akari's.

He hated the way that made him want to cry. No, not cry. That wasn't the right word for it. Bakugo hated the way it made him want to sob. The way it tightened his chest and squeezed until there was nothing left. There was a hole in him, the shape of her, and nothing else quite fit.

A tear ran down her cheek, but she wiped it away quickly, taking a step back. His hand unwillingly fell back to his side, cold.

Her eyes rolled back, looking at the sky in an attempt to rid herself of the emotions betraying her cool demeanor. "Tch," she scoffed.

All Bakugo wanted was to scream for her to come back, to stop playing stupid games. Stupid games win stupid prizes and he couldn't bear to think of what that could mean. They could work things out. She wasn't too far gone. Not yet. He could still see her.

"Kacchan!" a shrill voice called from behind.

Akari's eyes trailed off to the side where Midoriya was breaking out of her hold. Then they trained on Bakugo. She stepped closer, raising her hands to cup each side of his face, looking him in the eye.

"Well," her voice was still soft, still familiar. "Now you know, sweet boy."

Reaching up on her toes, she pressed a soft kiss to his lips, dragging a thumb across them as she pulled away. A tear finally broke through, running down his frozen cheek. Akari wiped it away, lightly kissing where the trail stopped.

Just as Bakugo heard Midoriya running at them, full cowling, she stepped away.

"I'll see you again," she said, a small frown on her face as her body melted into brown sludge.

As soon as she was gone, Bakugo's body lurched forward. Nausea slit open the pit of his stomach and he fell to his hands and knees, retching out whatever was left of dinner.

"Kacchan..." Midoriya started, moving a gentle hand to Bakugo's shoulder.

He was quick to shrug it off, his hair falling in front of his eyes. "Get off me! And shut up! Just...shut up!” his broken voice barked.

Midoriya backed off, staring wide-eyed at his friend.

The tears fell freely now, watering the soil Bakugo clenched in his fists.

"Dammnit!" he cried, banging his fists against the ground.

"Dammnit!" He left small craters behind.

"Agh!" his growl was high-pitched, like an animal being skinned alive. He punched into the earth with every word. "Dammnit! Dammnit! God-dammnit! Aghh! I don’t know what to do!”

Midoriya didn't dare say a thing, didn't dare move a muscle. After everything he just heard...

For a moment Bakugo stilled, his chest heaving. Silence filled the air until he flung himself off the ground, turning to Midoriya. He stalked toward the green-haired hero, using a blast to blow them against the building, hand around his throat. With a finger in Midoriya's face, he growled out, "You're not gonna tell a single soul about this. Do you understand me, Deku!? This night never happened."

Midoriya shrunk back against the wall. Tears streaked Bakugo's face and his eyes were wild in a way Midoriya had never seen before, red-rimmed and puffy. He'd been the victim of Bakugo's temper one too many times, but this was nothing of the sort. He wasn't mad or losing control, he was terrified.

"Do you understand me, Izuku!?" Bakugo yelled again, his voice breaking. He pulled the poor hero away from the wall and weakly slammed him back into it.

"Yes!" Midoriya squeaked out, "yes, I won't tell anyone, Kacchan! You can let me go now!"

Bakugo followed suit and released Midoriya, turning away.

"Kacchan, we should talk about this," Midoriya spoke softly, wishing he could make this better for his friend in any way possible.

"Don't follow me," Bakugo huffed out low and gravely, whatever gruffness necessary to conceal the tremble in his voice. He shoved his hands in his pockets, clenched them into fists, and walked off.

Nothing could make this better.

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pamgkrthwrites · 6 months

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After the leaks, I can’t help but imaging villain Bakugou coming home after he had attacked something only to turn into such a man wife once he sees you.

Course, you aren’t allowed to watch TV or have access to any form of internet in case you see stuff about him, he wants you to think he’s a hero.

He has all the shoes, movies and books you’ve ever asked for and if you want more he steals some more for you. He cooks your meals and refuses you to enter the kitchen.

The only chore he allows you to do is cleaning, but he doesn’t expect that from you.

If you or your shared home is ever discovered by those filthy heroes, he’ll pack you and their shared life together and move you.

He can’t have anyone knowing about you. Your too precious to him.

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noekawa · 23 days

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MISUNDERSTANDING

meal; oneshot

condiments; deaf! reader, miscommunication, angst

Bakugo was kidnapped by the League of Villains, they wanted him to join them— for him to betray the heroes.

So what was the reason for them taking you as well?

The reason is very simple. They wanted a bargaining chip and a hostage, you were vulnerable enough to be snatched so they took the chance.

You watched as Bakugo was out of his restraints and causing a scene, He was fighting while you were still strapped to the chair. Bakugo Katsuki, the guy who ignored your existence since he deemed it unworthy up until three weeks ago was currently trying to get both of your asses out of this mess.

Their heads turned towards the door, then suddenly— the wall exploded, you closed your eyes to shield them from the debris. It was All Might and a few heroes, they were here to save you both.

You saw more heroes and teams of enforced individuals fill the room, you had been freed from the chair and was currently standing next to Bakugo in front of All Might. All the villains had been seized and you were glad it was finally over.

You were wrong, portals appeared around Shigaraki first before popping up around everybody— and nomus were pouring out nonstop, you looked to the side and Bakugo was currently being engulfed in the same black portal mass, you reached over to help but it swallowed you in before you could even move.

When your vision cleared you were kneeling on the ground and coughing, beside you was Bakugo— and in front of you..

Your blood ran cold, it was definitely the boss of this league. The guy they talked about— All For One. He was apologizing to Bakugo..?

Behind you the rest of the league appeared, you quickly scrambled up and walked over to Bakugo to grab his arm. He turned around and looked angry, but for once, not at you.

He managed to say ‘What’ Before you both were blown back by an impact, you let out a silent gasp as your body skidded slightly on the ground. Your clothes were ripped making you winced, it hurts.

You quickly stood up and swayed slightly only to be blown back onto the ground, your eyes widened as All Might flew further back. This guy.. he’s lethal.

Bakugo wanted to flee the scene but the villains kept attacking him, making it impossible to leave. You ran to his side to help him, right now you were fighting back to back with Bakugo. You had bruises before but you now had cuts as well, Toga had cut you really badly.

As you pushed one away from you, you looked up and saw Iida, Midoriya and Kirishima flying.

Kirishima was holding his hand out.

You turned to Bakugo and was met with an explosion to the face causing you to cough, when you opened your eyes. He was already with Kirishima and the rest, leaving you on the ground surrounded by villains alone.

Tears dripped down your eyes as you looked up in hurt and confusion, betrayed by the guy you fought alongside with.

You turned your gaze away from them, collapsing down onto your knees as you quietly cried. There was no chance of you escaping since Toga was already dragging you into the portal with her hurriedly as the heroes tried to prevent them from escaping.

Refusing to look back at anyone you let her drag you along without a fight, your heart and hopes were crushed.

Betrayed by your own classmate.

All Might won and All For One was captured, you were tied up in another base of theirs— empty eyes staring into nothingness as Shigaraki was taking his anger out by kicking your defenseless body.

You were a shell of who you used to be, you couldn’t care anymore because the world was celebrating All Might’s victory, and you were still captured while Bakugo was free.

“Useless! Master is gone, useless, useless, useless, useless!!” Your back was covered in bruises and footprints as you laid still “I’ll kill her! She’s useless— You should’ve grabbed that Bakugo Toga!” Shigaraki growled as he was about to grab your neck with his hand but was stopped by Kurogiri.

“This is an opportunity Tomura,” He spoke as he flipped your body over, your face was devoid of any emotion as tear stains were visible on your cheeks. You refused to look at anybody.

“She’s all broken!! Can I keep her pretty please Tomura!?!” Toga squealed as she bounced in place excitedly.

“The heroes abandoned her, looks like they forgot about the other hostage.” Dabi mused as he looked down at you.

Tomura grabbed your face and made you look at him “Join the league of villains, unless you want to die.” He spat out.

You read his words, stared at him, and slowly nodded.

It was chaos, after the news of the other captive (you) being taken along with the villains the citizens were in outrage.

The heroes felt like shit, defeating a strong enemy but managing to let them take a vulnerable deaf student away made them feel like the villains instead.

Bakugo’s guilt was the worst out of all of them, class 1-a was outside of their new dorms— it was supposed to be just Midoriya, Iida, Kirishima and him but the rest just couldn’t stay still and followed them.

“Fuck! It’s my fucking fault— they’re taking the fucking blame because of me! Shit, shit!” Bakugo gripped his face as he scowled, his voice was shaking.

“If I didn’t— Fuck! If I didn’t try to get her attention with the explosion she could’ve just fucking grabbed onto me! Now she’s gone— They took her! She stared at me with those pathetic fucking eyes and didn’t even want to look at me anymore— Now she thinks I purposely let them take her!” He screamed out, venting his frustrations and guilt as tears welled up in his eyes.

Bakugo was just trying to get your attention but he didn’t realize you were already looking at him, causing a miscommunication between you two.

The guilt was eating his soul away and if you died, the blood would be splattered all over him.

“Kacchan…! You.. didn’t know..” Midoriya started softly, everybody was in shock and so was he.

Silence filled the air, they had just lost a classmate to the villains and there was a chance she was dead.

“D- do you think she’s going to be brainwashed into thinking the heroes betrayed her!?” Uraraka squeaks out as she trembled.

Kirishima shook his head “No way! I- I believe in her! She wouldn’t join them! She has to understand what Bakugo did was just an accident!”

“It’s too late,” Todoroki said bluntly, everybody looked towards him with confused expressions.

He looked down at the ground “Her face, it was enough for me to understand. She gave up every hope and went with the villains willingly.”

Iida breathed out shakily “I.. saw it too, her faith in heroes..”

It was the end of your hero journey and the beginning of you villainous path.

#bnha x reader #bnha #mha #angst #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katuski #mha x reader #misunderstandings #shigaraki tomura #dabi #league of villains #oneshot

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zanarkandskylines · 1 month

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₊✩‧₊⇢ deception.

『 ♡ - pro hero!bakugo x villain!reader 』 cw; angst/break-up ⋆ ˚ʚɞ — idk, popped into my head when favorite crime came on. -`✧ katsuki bakugo masterlist

“I can’t do this anymore.”

His words cut through the air, sharper than any knife you’ve held.

“Ha-ha, real funny. You can cut the act now.”

Your hand hovers over his cheekbone when he grabs your wrist, your touch just out of reach. His grip tightens, a silent threat to tell you he's serious.

“I mean it. It’s over.”

Know that I loved you so bad, I let you treat me like that.

Your heart sinks. “Wait a minute, Ka-”

“Don’t say my fuckin' name.” Bakugo's eyes are dimmed, their usual flames extinguished. "You don't get a say in this."

"What the fuck? What do you -"

"I turned you in."

And I watched as you fled the scene, doe-eyed as you buried me. One heart broke, four hands bloody.

The words bounce off the walls of your dark apartment as they leave his lips. The gravity of the situation comes down on your shoulders, the weight of his words crumbling around you.

"He got in my way, I didn't mean to hurt him!"

You drop to your knees, tugging on his cargo pants with a pout on your lips. You knew exactly how to make him fold, to get him to stay - turn on the waterworks and seduce him.

"Don't do this...you told me you loved me!"

You hurt his best friend, took away something he worked his whole life for. In the blink of an eye - gone. The number one hero, Deku, injured beyond recovery and forced to retire at the age of 25.

I say that I hate you with a smile on my face.

He scoffs, shaking his head at your pitiful plea as a sinister grin creeps over his lips. "And now I fuckin' hate your guts."

Bakugo knows it was you. He's a goddamn idiot to have ever gotten involved with scum like yourself. Sleeping with a villain - what the fuck was he thinking?

All the things I did, just so I could call you mine.

You rocket to your feet, finger pointing roughly into his chest as your face twists into a rage.

"I thought you hated him! I did you a fucking favor!"

Your confession was the final nail in the coffin.

"Fuck. You."

Sirens are sounding outside, red and blue lights flooding through the windows of the apartment. You can't say you didn't see this coming, considering your entire relationship was based on a lie.

Lie or not, you really did love him. And you hated yourself for it.

The tears welling in your eyes aren't for show as you turn on your heel.

"I hope it was worth it."

Running for the balcony door, you smash through the glass - a desperate attempt to escape your impending fate.

I hope I was your favorite crime.

Bakugo stands in the darkness of your empty apartment, wondering how he got here in the first place.

He won't - no, can't - love you. You're everything he hates and rival all the hero ideology he stands for.

You were, in fact, his one and only crime.

💥tags; @slayfics

#bakugo x reader angst #bakugo x reader #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x you #bakugo angst #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo #bakugo imagine #bakugo drabble #villain reader #angst #my hero academia angst #☆.rei writes

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frickingnerd · 3 months

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being in a love triangle with villain!izuku and hero!katsuki

pairing: izuku midoriya x gn!reader x katsuki bakugou

tags: hero reader, villain deku, friends to enemies

the first time izuku noticed you was when he and the league of villains attacked class 1A at USJ

that day he saw you on bakugou's side and noticed how protective the blonde boy was of you

izuku's cruel middle school bully was now so sweet towards you and izuku knew that this could only mean one thing

katsuki bakugou was in love with you!

since you were important to katsuki, izuku started to target you, attempting to kill you in front of katsuki's eyes, while the blonde boy desperately tried to save you

but by the end of that day, izuku couldn't deny that you had peaked his interest

he watched you perform during the sports festival, only growing more and more infatuated with you

he wanted nothing more than to steal you away from katsuki!

during the training summer camp the league of villains attacked the students and izuku finally managed to get his hands on you!

both you and katsuki ended up being taken hostage by him

izuku was treating you so gently, while katsuki got one beating after another by the league members

izuku ended up confessing his feelings for you

he told you about what a horrible person katsuki bakugou really was and tried to persuade you to join him and the league of villains instead

you had a hard time believing what he was telling you about katsuki, but eventually you realized that not a single word of what izuku had told you was a lie

despite that, you still believed in the good with katsuki! you were clinging onto the hope that katsuki was able to change for the better

after katsuki and you were saved by the heroes, you started to grow closer to him

now that you knew all about his ugly past there was nothing he had to hide from you anymore

in a way, izuku had only brought the two of you closer by telling you about it

you knew what katsuki had done was horrible, but you wanted to see him change

because everyone was able to change! and that included katsuki. and izuku

you hadn't given up on izuku yet and every time you crossed paths with him, you tried to remind him of his dream of becoming a hero

the more time you spent with the two boys, the more they changed for the better

and despite their relationship to each other slowly improving, none of them were willing to just give up on you…

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winxanity-ii · 21 days

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⌜Know No Evil | Chapter 01 Chapter 01 | distorted reality⌟

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BOOM!

The world swam back into focus, a sickening wave of nausea rolling through you. Your throat rasped, a metallic tang heavy in your mouth. Blinking away blurry spots, the world swayed violently around you. There was a dull throb behind your eyes, and a chilling, empty space where your memories should have been with each sluggish heartbeat.

Fear, raw and primal, gnawed at your insides. Where were you? Everything felt...wrong.

BOOM!

Another thunderclap, followed by a blinding flash of lightning, illuminated the room for a split second. Each crackle of electricity sent a jolt of pain through you, a strange disconnect between the storm outside and the ache in your body.

Disoriented, you tried to sit up, only to find your limbs heavy and unresponsive. Groaning, you forced your eyes back open, expecting the sterile white of a hospital room. But instead, you were met with a riot of bubblegum pink and frilly decorations.

Trying to focus, you pushed yourself off the plush bed, tiny legs unsteady and weak on the plush carpet. Drawn by an instinct you didn't understand, you stumbled towards a small, ornate vanity tucked away in a corner.

BOOM!

Another flash illuminated the room, and for a fleeting moment, you caught sight of yourself in the mirror. A face stared back, long, coily red-tinged auburn hair, framed a face unfamiliar and innocent. Light brown skin stretched taut across unfamiliar cheekbones.

However, it was your eyes that truly terrified you.

Golden irises stared back, hypnotic in the flickering light. But it was the crimson rings within them, swirling like miniature storms, that sent a cold dread spiraling down your spine. These eyes, alien and unsettling, were the only familiar thing in this sea of confusion. Where are you? Why did everything feel so wrong?

BOOM!

Tears welled up, blurring the vibrant clash of pink and lightning in the reflection. But even the tears felt alien—a betrayal of a body you didn't recognize. You were adrift in a sea of your own flesh, a puppet with severed strings. No memories, no identity, just a throbbing head, a strange pain in your body, and fear—a cold, suffocating fear that had no name.

Collapsing onto the plush carpet, you reached for the cool vanity for some semblance of comfort. But instead of finding solace, your hand brushed against a soft, frilly nightgown, another alien entity on your unfamiliar skin.

You were lost, a terrified child in a body that felt wrong, with eyes that held a secret you desperately wanted to remember. A frantic voice cut through the cacophony of fear in your head. "Sweetheart, are you alright?"

An instinct you didn't understand made you shrink back.

The voice belonged to a woman who rushed to your side, her brow furrowed in worry. Her face, etched with lines of concern, was unfamiliar, yet there was a warmth in her eyes that practically swallowed you whole—you were a star in her desolate sky.

You wanted to ask who she was, who you were, but the moment you tried to form a question, a searing pain lanced through your head. It was easier, for now, to just let the confusion wash over you.

"Come to Mommy~" she reached out, her voice gentle but laced with urgency.

The woman—your apparent mother—sighed, her worry deepening. "Oh, sweetie, you must have been scared with that awful storm. Were you having another bad dream?"

Another dream? The term triggered a flicker of unease. Dreams? What dreams?

You clenched your fists, the throbbing in your head intensifying with every attempt to pull a memory from the void.

Nothing.

Frustration welled within you, a surge of anger replacing the fear. "I... I don't remember," you admitted, the words falling flat in the face of your growing anxiety.

Your mother, whoever she was, wrapped her arms around you, a gesture that felt foreign yet strangely comforting. You didn't know how to react, your body stiff and unyielding in her embrace.

"It's alright, Y/N~" she soothed, her voice tinged with sadness. "Now come on, let's get you cleaned up and ready for breakfast."

The word "Y/N" hung in the air, a name that felt foreign on your tongue—a borrowed coat ill-fitting your shoulders.

As your short and chubby mother, led you away from the unsettling reflection in the mirror, you stole a glance at her. Her burnt orange hair, once vibrant and full of life, was now streaked with silver, a testament to the years that had passed. The curls, once perpetually escaping from any attempt at control, were now pulled back in a loose, lopsided bun, seemed to vibrate with nervous energy.

Her honey-tan skin was dusted with a constellation of dark freckles across the bridge of her nose—boring the etchings of time in the form of wrinkles crinkling around her warm, honey-colored eyes. Even now, a flicker of worry, a worry that seemed to have become a permanent resident, danced within their depths.

Her name, you vaguely recalled from the panicked jumble in your head, was Mei.

The house itself mirrored Mei—functional, lacking any personal touches. It spoke of a life lived by routine, devoid of the chaos you once thrived in. The lack of toys or childish decorations was another jarring note. Here, in this world of beige walls and muted tones, quirks weren't a topic of conversation, a stark difference from the hero-worshipped society you once manipulated. Here, it seemed, you were utterly ordinary.

Breakfast was a quiet affair. Your 'father'—Wino, a stoic man with a perpetual peppered five o'clock shadow—presented a stark contrast.

Tall and lanky, he grunted a greeting before disappearing behind a newspaper. His electric green eyes, usually crinkled at the corners from a lifetime of suppressed smiles, were hidden behind thick wire-rimmed glasses. His hair, once a vibrant auburn, had surrendered to the relentless march of time, turning a stark white that seemed to hold the secrets of countless unspoken words; both he and your mother appeared older than their mid-forties.

As Mei fussed over you, you picked at your food—the unfamiliar taste of fluffy pancakes, a bland echo of the delicacies you once indulged in.

Mei, oblivious to the storm brewing within you, hummed along to a children's show playing on the TV. It depicted brightly colored superheroes battling a giant, fire-breathing lizard. You watched the scene detachedly; it was both whimsical and confusing.

"Welcome back, young heroes-in-training! Today, we're going to learn all about quirks—those amazing abilities that make our world so unique!"

A flurry of images flashed across the screen: a boy with stretchy limbs, a girl who could manipulate fire, a man who could zoom through the air. Your brow furrowed in concentration. This was unlike anything you'd ever known.

"Quirks can be anything from super strength to creating illusions!" the cheerful announcer continued, "It's what makes our society so exciting!"

The show droned on, explaining quirk training, hero schools, and the intricate classifications of these bizarre abilities. You listened intently, a spark of curiosity igniting within you.

What the hell are these "quirks" they kept droning on about?

Suddenly, a booming voice jolted you from your thoughts.

"Mei, change the channel. Not much point in letting her watch that mess. She won't be developing any quirks soon," Wino sighed behind his newspaper, lowering it down with a grimace. "No use in getting her hopes up."

Your mother bit her lip, a flicker of sadness crossing her features. "But she's only five," she began, her voice tinged with defiance, "we don't know if she's actually quirkless, there's always a chance..." Her words trailed off as Wino stood up and left the room without a glance, leaving behind a lingering scent of pipe tobacco in his wake.

You watched him go, your eyes narrowing a bit. Quirkless? The word itself felt foreign, a label you didn't understand but instinctively disliked.

As if on cue, the monotonous ringing of the house phone cut through the tense silence. Mei gave you a strained smile before hurrying to answer it. Left alone, you wandered back to the television, the cartoon announcer's overly enthusiastic voice now droning on about the "Quirkless Woes."

"And remember kids," the announcer chirped in a condescending tone, "if you're unfortunate enough to be born without a Quirk, just remember, there are plenty of perfectly ordinary jobs you can take up! Like... janitorial services! Or... grocery bagging!" His patronizing tone made you huff in annoyance; a strange feeling, a mix of anger and confusion, began to nestle in your chest.

Being Quirkless sounded... boring.

Limited.

Unfair.

Suddenly, the cheerful theme song was drowned out by a breaking news alert flashing across the screen. A stern-faced woman with a microphone reported on a villain attack downtown. Live footage showed a hulking man with glowing red eyes causing havoc, his bare fists shattering concrete pillars with ease.

"This is villain Catastrophe causing a rampage in the Musutafu financial district," the newscaster explained. "Heroes are on the scene, but the situation seems critical. We'll continue to bring you updates..."

Your gaze flicked between the cartoon heroes and the real-life devastation; a strange mix of curiosity and... envy? flickered within you.

These people, these heroes, could manipulate reality—defy the laws of physics with the flick of a wrist.

You, on the other hand, were utterly and seemingly ordinary.

The frustration bubbled up again, a familiar feeling you couldn't quite place. Was it the powerlessness? The lack of control? Or perhaps a deeper longing for something more, something you couldn't even articulate?

As the news droned on, Mei switched the TV off, a bright etching itself onto her face. "Come on, sweetie, let's finish your breakfast~" she said gently, "Today's an exciting day, we're learning the alphabet!"

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Later that night, as the rain tapped a gentle rhythm against your window, you lay tucked under the covers, Mei having just left after her nightly goodnight kiss. Staring out at the slick streets, you tried, in vain, to push past the blank canvas of your memories.

A dull ache throbbed behind your eyes, intensifying with each frustrated attempt. Your body trembled, a cold sweat slicking your skin. Suddenly, a sharp pain lanced through your head, and a gasp escaped your lips.

Involuntarily, your eyes flared open, an unsettling yellow glow emanating from them for a fleeting moment. A metallic tang filled your mouth, and you reached up to your nose, feeling a warm trickle of blood.

Through the ringing in your ears, a voice, faint and distorted, seemed to whisper a name. "...Ma...ki...ma..." it repeated, the syllables blurring together before fading entirely. Each whisper senting a jolt through you, a flicker of a vision erupting behind your closed eyelids.

"...Ma...ki...ma..." The first whisper brought a flash of a pale, porcelain face, a chilling smile stretched impossibly wide across blood-red lips. Then, darkness.

"...Ma...ki...ma..." The voice pleaded, a touch more insistent this time; and with it, it ignited a vision of slender, crimson-stained fingers wrapped around a length of barbed wire, a look of perverse pleasure contorting the unfamiliar face. Darkness again.

"...Ma...ki...ma..." The vision that followed this plea was a kaleidoscope of horrors—a city in flames, screams swallowed by the roar of an unseen beast, and that same face, eyes blazing with a cold, predatory hunger.

A wave of nausea washed over you, and you squeezed your eyes shut tighter, willing the visions away.

The whispers began to quicken, a desperate urgency seeping into their tone. "Ma...ki...ma...Ma...ki...ma!" Each utterance felt like a physical blow, a sledgehammer pounding against the fortress of your mind. With each beat, the visions intensified, a torrent of violence and depravity flooding your senses.

A cackle, laced with madness, echoed in the darkness. You saw twisted shadows writhe on the ground, heard the sickening crunch of bones, felt the heat of searing flames licking at your skin.

And then, her face, crystal clear this time, filled your vision.

The pale girl, the crimson smile—Makima.

Her eyes, once a mesmerizing crimson, were now a bottomless void, devoid of any humanity.

"Makima!" The final whisper arrived in a shout of despair, resonating with horrifying clarity, shattering the last vestiges of your resistance.

Your pupils dilated, a single word echoing in the vast emptiness—Makima.

It was a name, a fragment of who you were, but it offered no explanation for your current existence.

Slowly, the tremor subsided, the yellow glow in your eyes receding, leaving behind a chilling emptiness. Fear melted into a strange sense of clarity.

You were Makima, but you were also Y/N.

Calming your ragged breaths, you tested the name on your tongue in a low, raspy whisper. "Makima..."

It held power—a chilling familiarity—but it felt distant, alien.

Y/N, the name your mother called you, felt more comfortable, more like your own.

Yes, you decided; you were Y/N.

You didn't know who Makima was, but you would find out. And in the meantime, you would carve your own path in this world, as Y/N.

A determined glint flickered in your eyes, a spark of defiance against the unknown future.

***EECKKK!! I'm so hyped for this, lol. Just get ready for all the fan-service cuz y'all know i love being delusional, lololo

Anyways, here's a sneek peak, I have like 10+ completed and should start updating regularly in about a week (i plan on having 20+ completed so I won't keeping you guys waiting too long in between updates) See y'all next update ❤️

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izukuisbaby · 2 years

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⊹˚.⋆ SHOPPING HEADCANONS - MY HERO ACADEMIA

୭ flora's notes : this wasn't planned but I'm on vacation and izuku owns my heart, I couldn't stop thinking about him when I bought clothes 😔✋🏼

୭ female reader/ male reader and gn reader friendly 💓

m.list | comment and reblog if u enjoyed !

⊹˚.⋆ IZUKU MIDORIYA

℘. he insists on tagging along with you on your shopping trips. he just loves to feel useful and wants to give his opinion on what you try on !

℘. and he's honest too ! if something looks bad on you he will nicely tell you : "I think this doesn't flatter your body well enough", "you should try another colour baby ! I've seen you wear this one before and you looked stunning/handsome !"

℘. and if one of your clothes fits you well expect a SHOWER of compliments "Y/N THAT'S THE ONE, this looks so good on you and the colour definitely lightens up your face. YOU LOOK SO CUTE oh my god" and he would be a blushing mess🥰

℘. learns about your colorimetria so he can pick clothes for you to try on or as gifts !

⊹˚.⋆ KATSUKI BAKUGO

℘. you have to DRAG him to the shopping centre because he hates being around a lot of people. he says they are impolite, careless and disrespectful and he would throw a tantrum if one dares slightly push him to get to a display.

℘. is grumpy the whole time : "hurry up goddamn it, you take 3 hours to undress I'd better get in there and remove your clothes myself", "tf is that granny outfit, who in their right mind would sell that", "this colour makes you look like you're gonna throw up your guts dumbass, get rid of it"

℘. when something suits you, he will very discretely smile and his eyes will sparkle,

"looks good i guess, take it"

"you sure, you don't seem convinced katsu ?"

"MOTHERFUCKING TAKE IT"

⊹˚.⋆ SHOTO TODOROKI

℘. "sho, you're not supposed to come in the fitting room while i change !"

"oh, I'm sorry y/n i thought it was okay since i already saw you naked"

"SHO- I mean technically you're right but you could AT LEAST close the curtain, I wouldn't want everyone to see my underwear"

℘. yeah shoto opens the curtain WIDE instead of asking if you're dressed or not. to him, the world stops when you two are together and he only sees you. so of course he wouldn't notice the 20 other people around you in the fitting area, who can now see your fully exposed body

℘. shoto apologizes and is even more of a blushing mess than izuku at this point AND he pays for your stuff (rich bf shoto💥💳💥💳💥)

℘. he is whipped and biased, he thinks everything looks good on you so he isn't of much help but he is a huge support and compliments you a lot♡

℘. ... you'd have to call Mina to actually get advice though -

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imagination-mess · 1 year

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Villain! ? X Fem!Reader

He was leaving soft pecks against your neck, tradition after you spending the night with him. You tried to roll around to escape from his grasp to only get get pulled back to his chest.

“Morning.” His soft husky voice against your ear. You could feel him smiling against your ear along feeling his hands move downwards.

“How do you feel about another round? Hm~.”

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kaidabakugou · 2 years

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♡ JUST LIKE OLD TIMES ♡

FT. VILLAIN EIJIROU KIRISHIMA

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

WARNINGS: STALKING / SOMNOPHILIA / MENTIONS OF BLOOD & GORE / FINGERING / SPIT / BLOOD KINK / BITING / NON-CON / DRUGGING / CHOKING / SQUIRT / MULTIPLE ORGASMS / CREAM PIE / DATING & PAST RELATIONS MENTIONED

sleeping soundly in your boyfriend’s bed while he finished his night shift. katsuki had texted you letting you know he was going to be back late tonight and to go to bed without him. you usually don’t go to sleep until he comes back, not being able to sleep without knowing he's safe in your arms but today you were more tired than usual. having had a long day at the agency as well, you wanted nothing more than to just crash in bed and doze off to sleep. little did you know someone was lurking in the shadows waiting for you to do exactly that so he could make his move.

kirishima had been watching you all night since you arrived at your boyfriend’s apartment. spying on you from the glass balcony door in the bedroom, just outside your view. as soon as you were sound asleep, he slid the door open knowing bakugou would rarely close it not thinking anyone would be stupid enough to sneak into a top pro hero’s apartment.

he peered down at your sleeping self, missing seeing you this vulnerable with him. back when it was the three of you, you’d have fun with each other. exploring each other’s bodies and ravishing one another until the sun came up. you guys were climbing the hero charts together, but slowly bakugou and you started getting higher rankings while kirishima stayed stuck behind. making him doubt himself and even though you and katsuki always reassured him of his virtues, in the end eijirou let his insecurities get the best of him.

which led him to take a turn for what he considered to be the best. succumbing to the gruesome ways of villainies. quickly becoming one of the most, if not the topmost feared villain in the underworld. famous for shredding his victims into pieces with his quirk. rumored to drink their blood before ending their miserable lives. the poison in his sharp canines making them more pliable for him. earning him the name of blood riot, a name that would cause a blood-curling chill to run up and down the spine of anyone that hears it.

eiji sits down beside you on the bed, calloused hand reaching up to remove some stray hairs from your face. running his fingers lightly against your neck, onto your shoulders, and down your sides as he drags the covers down with them. goosebumps erupting on your skin as the cold air hits your bare skin, having the habit of sleeping naked.

enjoying the view a while longer before rising to remove his clothes and crawl back into the bed behind you. you were laying down on your stomach with one leg up and the other straight. rough hands massage your glutes before gently spreading your legs further for him. spitting on your cunt, as he uses his thumb to spread it on your folds. kissing your shoulder as he starts rubbing small circles on your clit, dragging his fingers up to your entrance as he slowly inserts his digit into you.

thrusting his thumb in and out of you as he uses his other fingers to rub up and down your cunt, putting more pressure on the tip of his fingers every time they catch on your clit. briefly squirming under him before going still again. pulling his fingers away, he spits on his hand and gives his cock a few pumps before aligning himself with you. slowly bullying his way into you, your walls tightening around him, fighting the stretch of his large cock.

picking up the pace when he hears you whimpering, thrusting his hips quickly as your eyes begin to flutter open. “kats?” you asked, still dazed from sleep but before you can look behind you a hand covers your mouth. “easy now, princess”. you immediately recognized that voice, squirming to try and get a peek of him.

going still the second you felt his hot breath on the side of your neck, his thick tongue licked a long stripe of flesh before he opened his mouth and sank his sharp teeth into your skin. a scream escaping your mouth, muffled by his large hand as pain shot through every part of your body.

picking his thrust back up as he rams into you from behind, teeth still deep inside your neck making shivers run across your skin. “so fucking delicious” he grunts as he removes his teeth from you, fresh blood dripping down your chest and staining the sheets under you. the pain in your neck was throbbing as your mind started to go hazy. feeling your limbs give out on you, not having the strength to try and squirm away from him.

“that’s it baby, just relax for me” he whispers beside your ear as he continues to lap up the blood oozing from you. lowering his hand from your mouth and wrapping it around your neck, choking you tightly as he feels your walls pulsing around him.

the amount of slick coming out of you was embarrassing, it was making you sick how turned on your body is given your current situation. although part of you can’t deny that you’ve missed having him this close to you, buried so deep inside you that your mind goes empty.

“cum for me… cum all over my cock baby” his words give you the extra push as you reach your climax, moaning and whimpering as he continues to pound into you at a rapid pace. “fuuuck that’s it” he whines as he sinks his teeth back into your flesh, your body jolting from the abrupt action, another wave of pain bursting across your skin as you scream again. the mixture of intense pleasure and pain sending you over the edge again as you squirt, soaking the sheets under you.

the feeling of your messy cunt spasming around him making his balls tighten as he cums inside you. long hot spurts of creamy whites coating your inner walls, his thrusts never faltering as he continues fucking his cum deeper into you.

eijirou peeks over at the clock before he smirks against your skin, detaching his teeth from your flesh as he ogles at the pretty red color from your blood covering your skin and dripping down the sides of his mouth. pulling you with him so that you’re both now facing the bottom of the bed. catching on to his intentions you try to beg for him to stop but it was no use, you were too dazed to be able to fight him when he was twice your size.

“eiji please s-stop”, “shhh baby, we’re just getting started” he whispers as he starts thrusting at a violent pace. tightening his fingers around your throat to tone down your erratic moans as he sinks his teeth in your flesh, alternating between each side of your neck, each time sending waves of pleasure through your entire body as the sting from his sharp canines pulls orgasm after orgasm from you.

turning your face towards him as he pulls you in for a kiss, the pungent iron taste drowning your taste buds as his tongue tangles with yours. hearing the familiar sound of the keys jiggling against the door as the apartment door unlocks. your eyes immediately shoot open as eijirou smirks against your lips, the sound of heavy footsteps getting closer and closer to the bedroom.

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gigglingcloud · 7 months

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UA staff : finally, some peace-

shigaraki : THINK AGAIN MOTHERFUCKERS!

#bnha #mha #bnha incorrect quotes #mha incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #boku no hero academia #dabi #midorya izuku #Bakugo katsuki #league of villains #X reader #The league of villains #Himiko toga #Shigaraki

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melticss · 1 year

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-not my art!

side kick

bakugo x reader

contains nsfw! -sex, cunnilingus, slut shaming, size kink

-as villain bakugos sidekick, your around him a lot. getting trapped in a situation that sprouted from a dangerous mission, you both confess your feelings for eachother, or atleast.. show them.

reader is female, if you want to me recreate this with male or nb let me know! <3

please ignore how bad my grammar is 💀 i didn’t pay attention in elementary school tbfh. also not proof read 👨‍🦯

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it was early in the morning, as you sat in your office. watching the tv from your desk chair, the news showed up. showing that endeavor was in the hospital, and that a villain that all might had come across and supposedly “killed” was back in japan. you set your coffee down, your eyes widened. you grabbed your keys and headed down to katsukis office.

*bang-bang-bang..bang* you knocked on his door, not wanting to barge in, and find something unexpected. “what?” katsuki groaned. “did you see the news? he’s back!” you shouted “i don’t fucking watch the news y/n.” he remarked. “well, he’s not dead, and he’s back.”

katsuki had befriended a guy in his 3rd year, a guy that had always seemed sketchy, but never paid to much attention to. he later became a villain with katsuki, but betrayed him. he had stolen all the money that katsuki made, and used it to attempt to kill all might, but he “failed”. the reason katsuki wasn’t planning to kill all might yet, was because he didn’t have a team.

“your fucking joking.” katsuki said, opening the door with a deadpan look plastered on his face. “i wish katsuki, but he took advantage of all mights retirement and thought this meant he could kill endeavor. “we are not letting him take my fucking spotlight” he said, waking down the hallway to his room. “katsuki! we don’t have a plan yet!” you yelled, still in your pjs.

“we aren’t wasting anytime y/n.” he said with a tinge of annoyance. “well let me get ready atleast!” you said worried. “whatever y/n, don’t take too long.” you sprinted down to your room, throwing on your suit. you snap on your gloves as you walk into his room, expecting that he would be ready.

you open the door, to pre occupied to knock, stressing about the situation. “katsuki i-“ you get cut off with the sight of your assistant in nothing but his boxers, his abs reflecting the rising sunset. a orange hue decorating his hair as his veiny hans pick up his shirt. before you even get the time to look down, he yells

“y/n! you dumbass. i always tell you to knock!” you stand there, dumbfounded. out of pure shock that a man this handsome wouldn’t be on a play girl magazine. you stare at his body, his furrowed brows turn into a sarcastic smirk. “do you really like what you see that much, y/n? you try to muster up what to say, as your heart pounds.

“i-i just didn’t expect it” you say trying to act cool. “didn’t expect what?” he says walking towards you, putting his hand on the wall next to you, slamming to the left of your head as he towered over you. you look over at the clock, “w-we need to leave soon, b-before he does something else-“ he kisses you, your heart skips a beat, your stomach gets warm.

you lean into him, grabbing the back of his neck, pulling him in. sense he’s almost 6’4, he has to bend his neck, so he just picks you up so he can pull you closer. “i guess i should’ve realized the way you would clench your thighs together whenever you saw me shirtless, i should’ve known you had a thing for me.” he said smirking.

“well your always staring at my ass so, i think we are fair.” you say sarcastic. he sets you down on his bed, crawling on top of you. “what can i say, you have a nice ass yn, but you also stare at my bulge when i wear sweatpants, so i don’t think we are quite even yet dumbass” he says before pinning you down, and kissing you so passionately you loose your breath.

his lips are sweet, a taste of carmel and cherries decorated them. his arms on either side of you. seeing the veins bulge and his muscles perfectly defined with the orange sunlight made you squirm. his hair messy, his chest sweaty. his hot breath running over your body, he moves up, pressing his bulge into you.

he’s harder than you thought he was- “may i?” he says, tugging on your shirt. you nod, puppy eyes staring at his crimsons. he pulls off your shirt, then your tight leggings. he pulled you close, now both in your underwear, pressing his warm body against yours. something you never realized, katsuki was affectionate. you wonder if he’s really just a big softie.

he plants soft kisses on your neck, then biting softly. you dig your nails into his back, making him groan. “i wouldn’t be mad if you made me bleed, sweetheart” your stomach got tingly at the nickname. you kiss his collarbone, inhaling his intoxicating warm scent. you buried you face in his neck, as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling his hips down to rest on yours.

he looks down at you, his abnormally long k-9 tooth biting down on his bottom lip. “so fucking pretty, m’fucking pretty angel” he says, in a raspy whisper. he leans into kiss you, unhooking your bra, and throwing it somewhere into his room. he moves his hand down, the callous rough hands dragging down to your panties, hooking his finger on them and pulling them off.

he leans back, taking in the view. “such’ a pretty fucking pussy.” he says smirking. you whine in response, squirming your hips in embarrassment of your pussy exposed. he brings his thumb down, dragging it through your slit, your pussy making lewd noises. he rubs your clit, pleasure shooting through you. you whine in response.

he grabs your feet, throwing them over his shoulder. “hope you don’t mind if i eat this pussy?” he says leaning down, his hot breath rushing over you. you shake your head, grabbing his hair. your cheeks glowing redder every minute. he grabs your ass, pulling you in and flattening his tongue against your sensitive pussy.

his tongue is rough, and unforgiving. his tounge rubs your clit, drawing circles in it. he spells the letters, k a t s u k i, smirking. he flicks your clit, the swollen nub twitching. he sucks on your pussy, your labia swelling, he lets go with a pop.

your legs twitch and shake, feeling his warm tounge and hands making you quiver. the knot in your stomach getting tighter. you pull his hair, making him groan and vibrate your pussy. he looks up at you, his vulgar red eyes piercing you. you moan lewdly, rolling your eyes back.

the knot becomes undone, you shake and twitch. he rides you through it, kissing your pussy lips delicately, stroking your twitching thigh. “atta girl, that’s a good girl” he says in a raspy voice. he sits up, his bulge bigger and thicker than you could imagine. wet stains at the tip of his dick, decorating his dark grey boxers.

“do you want my cock, slut?” he says smirking. you nod, cheeks burning as cold air runs over your wet pussy. “i couldn’t hear you?” he says rubbing your clit. “y-yes!” you whimper. “what was that pretty girl? i couldn’t hear you over the sounds of your pussy getting wetter.” he says rubbing his clothed cock on your thigh.

“yes! i want your cock!” you greedily whine. “that’s my girl, you know how to obey like a good girl.” he says, taking his cock out of his boxers, the red vulgar tip dripping, the veins bulging, and metal piercing decorating his under gland shining. (frenum piercing)

“you like what you see?” you nod, practically drooling at the sight. he grabs the base, guiding his tip through your slit. rubbing your clit with his tip, his pre dripping down you. you quiver, he’s bigger than you thought, atleast 7-8 inches. but what surprised you was the girth, he’s big almost too big.

“i-it’s really b-big” you whine. “you’ll be fine-“ he says looking away. “a-and if it hurts to bad tell me.” he says before looking back at you, “but your such a slut i think you can take it.” he says, his vulgar words making you quiver. he leans down, arms on either side of you. he looks down, positioning himself. he looks back up, “you ready angel?” you nod. he pushes in, your pussy squelching. you whine, his girth stretching you, it burns deep inside. you grab onto his arm, and place one hand on his chest.

“s-suki!” you moan. he kisses your neck passionately. “breathe baby.” he says, his voice soothing and raspy. he pushes farther, until his tip kisses your cervix. your eyes roll back, his dick hits every spot. “shhshhh, atta girl.” he says pushing the stray hair pieces behind your ear. he rolls his hips, the burn subsides. his dick grinds your g-spot, making your legs twitch around his waist. leaving a creamy white ring 1-2 inches from the base, there’s no way you could take all of his cock.

his hip buck faster, hitting every spot that no one else could. the familiar knot getting tighter as you dig your nails into his back, he groans loudly, raspy and whiney. “fuck~ i’m cumming”he says, burying his face in your neck. as his dick twitches, hitting your g-spot every movement. “cum with me angel.” he groans.

he slams his hips, white creamy ropes shoot at your cervix, making you twitch and grab onto him, euphoria overrides you as your knot unravels.

“good fucking girl.”

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timmysslv · 2 years

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Guilty Pleasure

You’ve been Dynamight’s sidekick for about 6 months now, which is a little shocking considering you’re not an action hero. You've always been confused why he chose you out of all the other applicants, especially because your quirk was relatively weak for the kind of missions he goes on. It was rather simple: you can read minds, but you had to make eye contact with the person, and you could only read their current thoughts (no memories).

This all comes in handy if you were needed to be a double agent or spy, but Katsuki has never submitted you for those roles. He wants you by his side fighting crime on the streets.

“Watch me and you’ll learn.”

You always roll your eyes when he says that. The job position is so frustrating, but you get paid to do practically nothing so it’s almost worth it. Not to mention how hot he is. Getting paid to walk around all day watching a hot hero kick ass? Hell yeah.

Your role on the team is to basically be a watchdog. When a villain tries to make a move, you read their minds and speak into your earpiece so DynaMight can intercept it, but with your quirks downfall that rarely happens. No one can say you’re never focused, though.

The day was reaching its end. Not much had happened, a few robberies and car wrecks, some basic stuff that the police probably could’ve handled.

Red Riot and his sidekick Umi met up with you two on the street as usual to discuss the day's work and chat. With DynaMight and Riot being best friends it was usually just you and Umi talking while they talked but occasionally Kiri would rope y’all into the conversation.

The discussion was interrupted when a huge crowd of screaming pedestrians started pushing through the street and sidewalks, clamoring to get away from what looked like explosions and car alarms. Ducking into an alleyway, you peered around the corner trying to make yourself useful while the others fought. It wouldn’t do for them to have to rescue you as well.

Seeing a villain with oozing orange hair reminiscent of lava, you manage to lock onto his eyes and see what he was planning next.

“DynaMight, 2’oclock, orange lava, he’s going for your right arm first, don’t let him touch you he’ll melt you!”, you speak loudly into the earpiece and Bakugou follows your orders.

All of a sudden your head is slammed into the brick wall, your face pressed uncomfortably into uneven bricks while someone pins your arms behind you.

“Oh little mouse, did you really think you’d be able to hide from all the action?”, the villain says. He presses his body against yours and you feel his hot breath on your neck.

“No wonder you can read everyone’s mind even with your quirks downside, it’s impossible not to look at you.”

You feel his hands slide up your waist to grab your breasts.

“Get off of me!” You try to fight back, to throw your head back into his nose and to kick him in the groin but you’re so weak compared to him that even with Bakugo’s training it’s no use.

Tears fill your eyes as he gropes you, a feeling of hopelessness filling your mind. Not only are you about to be raped, your team mates are out there and you can’t help them.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you unless you make me.” He says, flipping you around to face him. “I just need to use you to activate my quirk and I’ll be heading off.”

“Wait what?!”, you say, finding it increasingly more difficult to breathe as you feel yourself spiraling into a panic attack.

“I turn into the person you desire most…with some side effects to your own body of course.” His smirk doesn’t make you feel any better about the situation.

“Usually it’s very useful in luring women to my bed, but today I just need you so I can turn into one of the big hero’s. You’re around them all the time surely you want to fuck at least one of them.”

Little does he know turning into Dynamight won’t help him at all considering he’s right around the corner.

Your panic turns into anger.

“What kind of side effects?” You growl out, pushing against his hold on your wrists with all your strength but he doesn’t budge.

“You’ll see soon enough, little mouse.”

His right hand turns burning hot and he immediately turns into your boss.

He lets go of your grip to look at his hands in surprise, small explosions dancing across his palms with oranges and yellows

“HA! You want to fuck your own boss! Naughty girl. Well I’ll have to deal with what I got. Enjoy yourself.” He says with a smirk and walks away to join the fight.

You try to follow him but there’s a sudden pressure between your legs making you drop to your knees, gasping. The air gets hot around you, so hot you can feel sweat perspiring under your hero suit and a feeling of growing claustrophobia. All you want to do is take it off. You can feel your nipples hard against the cool afternoon air.

“Kacchan!”, you call out to your boss, urging him to help ease the tension between your legs.

You can feel your pussy throbbing and dripping, needy for a release, for him.

You sit against the wall and wait for what feels like forever. Just running your fingers over your nipples makes you gasp in excitement.

Putting your hand on your pussy and crossing your legs you bite your lip, trying so hard not to please yourself right then and there in the middle of everything.

You take off your boots and with every movement against your pants your pussy gets wetter and wetter, your desperation growing. Pain starts to ache in your stomach and your vision grows black.

This must be his quirk, if you don’t find pleasure you blackout. Which, considering how ugly he was, is probably how he got women..

You’d do anything right now.

“Y/n! There you are! Are you okay? What the fuck happened?”

“K-kacchan…please.” your words come out breathy and staggered, the arousal making it hard to think .

He runs over and picks you up bridal style, the sudden jolt making you gasp.

“L-let’s get back to the station to interrogate this guy so we can figure out what’s going on with you.”

Your body goes limp and your vision goes dark.

Next thing you know you’re awake, in your own bed. You still feel all the symptoms burning through your veins, making it hard to breathe. Every movement that isn’t sexual hurts, and every touch feels so amazing.

You open your bedside drawer to pull out your faithful dildo to ease the pain.

You’ve been woefully celibate for the last 2 years, so Ol’ Faithfull was your only hope.

“Fucking finally, you’re awake. How do you feel?”

“OH MY GOD” you scream out in panic, shoving the dildo under your pillow.

“Katsuki what the fuck are you doing here? You- you can’t be here right now. I-“

“I know. The villain admitted and confessed everything…”

Oh god you want to jump on top of him so bad right now. The already hot attraction to him is 50 times more intense. Your body grows hotter with every second you look at him, staring into his dark red eyes.

I can’t touch her but I need to be here for her. She would stay with me.

“Kacchan.. I need you. Please help me.” You beg for him to touch you, your hands reaching out for him of their own accord, your pussy throbbing harder than ever before.

“Y/n.. you know I can’t do that.” He stands up, hand already reaching for the doorknob.

“No! Please, I’ll do anything.” You grab his hand and press his palm between your legs to caress your warmth, quickly realizing you're in nothing but underwear and a t-shirt.. Did he undress you?

“Don’t you feel how wet I am? My body is on fire. Every second that passes that I don’t feel pleasure is agony.”

In the dim light you can see his face turn red. But he still pulls away, warm fingertips dragging across the smooth skin of your thigh just a tad too slowly..

“As much as I want that I- ..I just can’t.”

You grab his other hand, this time sliding his fingers in your mouth. You look up at him and moan, holding nothing back. The villain's quirk seems to get rid of any nervousness too. You’ve never been this bold before with anyone, always being the shy one in bed.

“Fuck…” he says breathlessly as he stares at you in awe.

He then pulls his fingers out of your mouth. “I’m…I’m just gonna go into the living room and let you take care of yourself. I’ll sleep there, okay?”

“Fine.” You say pouty, slowly laying back on the bed and grabbing your dildo from under your pillow. .

You hear your door shut and get to business. Oh god it feels so good. You hold nothing back, making sure he can hear every moan, whine, and scream. After just a few strokes you find your sweet spot, head slamming back on the bed.

“Ohh Kacchan yes right there.”

In the other room Katsuki is also losing his mind. His dick is hard as a rock just listening to the sounds of you pleasuring yourself and thinking of the things that he’s wanted to do to you ever since he first saw your application picture. He wants to go in there so bad, too fuck you properly instead of you using a poor imitation of him, but not like this. It would just be wrong. It does boost his ego to know you’re who he most desires though. Like he needs that boost.

He can’t stand when you call him Kacchan. All he can think about while rubbing his dick is barging in there and making you squirm for screaming his name like that.

“Please Kacchan make me cum!” You scream as you fuck yourself harder with the toy.

“Fuck this.” He says and slams open the door, lust filling his veins.

“YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU’RE DOING TO ME YOU BITCH!!”

You gasp at the tone in his voice, pulling out the toy and sitting up against the headboard, your legs closing at the loss. It sends chills up your spine and makes your pussy tighten against itself, putting that pain back in your stomach.

He sits on the edge of the bed at arm's length, but you don’t try anything. You want to see what he does first, and he doesn't leave you waiting long.

“What have I told you about calling me Kacchan?”

“Don’t.” you bite your lip as he stares into you, lowering your eyes to stare at his hands which are slowly moving to stroke your legs.

“Exactly. And you’re in here moaning it.”

One of his hands slides up your thigh and the other one follows on the other side.

“I didn’t want to do this but you know exactly what you’re getting yourself into.”

He leans down, kissing your legs starting at the knee and moving up your leg while slowly spreading them wider and wider. You sigh out an, “oh god” and throw your head back. You know exactly what he’s planning and you’re so beyond ready for every bit of it.

His mouth reaches your entrance but he doesn't do anything.

“Before I do whatever I want with you…”

His hot breath feels so good against your wetness. He sits up and pulls you in for a kiss. He kisses you agonizingly slow, making you whimper into his mouth, and you waste no time sliding your tongue into his mouth. He follows your lead with a smirk, and soon, without even thinking about it your hands are all over his body. He grabs them and pulls away from the hottest makeout session you’ve ever had. If you weren’t soaking wet from the villains quirk before, you definitely are now.

“Since you’ve been such a bad girl teasing me…” he steps away and pulls off his shorts and underwear, revealing his long, hard dick.

“You get to please me first.”

Normally you hate sucking dick, but with the quirk still coursing through your veins you immediately start drooling. You’d do anything to have his dick inside you, in any way possible.

You jump off the bed to get on your knees in front of him and open your mouth eagerly.

He grins, and as you look up from the floor you can see just the slightest hint of red on his cheeks. Red enough to match his beautiful eyes. He pulls your hair up into his fists to keep it out of the way after you start licking up his shaft, sinking his dick slowly down your throat as far as you can before gagging. You keep sucking, gradually increasing speed wrapping your hand around the bottom half and sucking the top. The other hand massages his balls as best as you can.

“Oh fuck.”

You look up at Katsuki and see him throw his head back with pleasure. He tightens his grip on your hair, letting out a few groans.

Your pussy pulses harder, making it incredibly more difficult to focus.

Letting go of his balls, you begin to finger yourself, desperately needing to feel something…anything.

You let out a moan with his dick in your throat, not being able to control yourself anymore.

Letting out a growl , he starts fucking your face ruthlessly. Tears stream down your face as you try to relax your throat, little whimpers barely making it out of your throat between his thrusts.

You can feel his legs shaking when you grab onto them for support.

“I’m gonna cum. You better swallow, you dirty bitch.”

His dick pulses, spilling warm thick cum down your throat as you struggle to swallow every last drop. You wipe your mouth and stand up. He’s already laying on the bed, completely exhausted.

“My turn now?” you whine as you crawl on top of him the pain in the pit of your stomach screaming for release.

“Give me a minute doll.” He says out of breath. He didn’t even do anything you think to yourself and roll your eyes.

A sharp pain shoots through your entire body. You curl into a ball on the bed as tears stream down your face. The heat between your legs grows intense. It feels like your insides are being boiled. You slide your fingers inside your cunt to find the slightest relief.

“Oh god. Kacchan please. I need you.” You say breathlessly, eyes pinned shut from the pain. Suddenly you feel his arms wrap around your thighs and pull you towards him. You let out a whimper when he pulls your hand away from your throbbing pussy.

He has you laid flat on the bed, hands pinned down by your side. You look down to see him looking up at you smirking.

“Don’t worry I’ll take good care of you now.”

He lets go of your hands and wastes no time shoving his face between your legs. His tongue swirls around your clit, making your back arch from the intensity of the quirk. Your breath picks up. You feel 2 long fingers slide in and immediately hit your sweet spot as he curves his fingers over and over again making you moan uncontrollably.

“oh- Ka-Kacchan I’m gonna-

“Already?!”

“Don’t stop!”

He gets back to work at the tone of your voice. He’s never heard you be that assertive towards him. And he never knew he would even remotely like that kind of thing until it just happened.

Truly it was the villians quirk that has made you so bold and needy.

It only took a few more seconds for you to come undone and he licked up every bit of what he could.

“God, you taste so good. I could eat you forever.”

“That sounds perfect right now.” You smile at him. He slides up the bed and lays next to you. You both lay there in silence catching your breath. Although consciousness floods your thoughts you can still feel that pain growing in your abdomen. You feel the slightest bit of guilt, but if you’re being honest with yourself, you’re so happy this happened.

“How do you feel? You’re being too quiet.”

“I’m sorry. I- yeah I feel a little better but-

“But what?”

He leans up and lays his hand on your stomach.

“It still hurts. More time that passes it just gets worse…but if.. if you don’t want to do anything it’s ok. I’ll be ok. I feel bad for making you do this. Kacchan I’m sorry.”

“Oh I get it. You’re back in your normal mindset but the other symptoms are still there.”

“Right.”

He runs his fingers over your stomach. Staring at your body, taking in every inch. Butterflies catch in your stomach and your pussy clenches around itself. And as it does pain shoots through your chest.

“You don’t have to be sorry.” he says looking deep into your eyes.

I’ve wanted this for so long.

An evil grin appears on his face when he notices you blushing.

“Me too.” He knew you’d read his mind in that moment.

He wraps a hand around your face and pulls you closer to him, still holding eye contact.

I’m going to fuck you now.

Your eyes go wide now that you’re conscious, nervousness flows through your brain.

That is what you want isn’t it?

The pain in your chest burns hotter.

“Yes!… Please.” You mumble with his hand over your mouth.

“Good.”

He positions himself on top of you and before you can process what’s happening he’s slamming his dick into you.

Which is absolutely amazing, probably due to the quirks effects still in your system.

He leans down and roughly kisses you, demanding all of you while thrusting hard again and again.

Your breath picks up, making it hard to continue kissing him. Your hands are all over his body, pulling his hair, scratching his back, grabbing his ass to pull closer to you, pulling him farther into you.

“K-Kacchan..so good!” You moan loudly, your breath catching in your throat.

He groans into your neck, biting it roughly, sending shivers down your spine. Every thrust is like fireworks inside you.

You dig your fingers into his shoulders, face twisted in pleasure as you feel yourself reaching your peak.

“Right there, oh my god, please I’m gonna cum.”

The shock in his face turns to his signature smirk, eyes darkening and his smirk widening.

“I’m gonna make you cum all night if that’s the case.”

With those words the knot in your stomach explodes and you cum all over his dick, your walls tightening around him as your back arches. He doesn’t let up the pace in the slightest, flipping you over and pulling you up on your knees. He slams into you once again, making you let out a whimper. He grabs your hair and twists it in his fist as he pounds into you, your back arching.

“God you look so pretty when you’re like this.” He says through heavy breaths, using one hand to grab your ass and squeeze, his fingers sparking against your flesh as he grunts, his dick twitching inside of you.

“You're so wet for me, so good.” He pulls you up further, twisting your head so he can press hot, breathy kisses into your mouth, before pulling away and smacking your ass, letting off a tiny explosion against your skin. You jolt, a shocked moan ripping itself away from your throat as you start moving against him, desperate to have him deeper in you as you feel your walls tighten against him. You try your best to hold out, wanting him to cum before you. He untangles his hand from your hair, using both hands to grab your hips and slam into your sweet spot.

“Oh fuck, right there.” you say through broken moans, your head light and fuzzy.

“Right here?” He says as he slams into you again and you can feel his smirk as you gasp out.

“Fuck, please, please Kacchan.”

After a few more thrusts you tense again, crying out as your cum streaks down your thighs.

“Dammit I can’t hold out any longer.”

He pulls out and cums on your ass and back, and you fall to the bed completely exhausted. He disappears and comes back with a rag to clean you both up. You look over at your alarm clock and it reads 4am.

He lays back in bed and pulls you into him.

You blush as you lay on top of his chest like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“C-can we do this again sometime?” You say nervously. He chuckles.

“Are you kidding? You’re mine now.”

You smile as he gives you a small kiss and you both fall asleep.

5 hours later…

“Hey Kiri just texted. He wants to meet up for breakfast before our shift starts. You feel up for going out for a bit?” Katsuki asks.

“Yeah I feel totally fine now. Is Umi going to be there?”

“No, just us 3.”

“Ok yeah let me just get dressed!” You yell as you run off to your room.

“We will have time to get dressed before our shift so wear whatever you want.”

You decide to wear a cute orange sundress with some white sandals.

“I feel underdressed now!” He exclaims when he sees what you’re wearing.

He smiles and pulls you in for a kiss.

“That’s alright. I love this dress on you.”

After you pull away from the kiss his eyes catch yours.

Maybe I can take it off of you later if I’m lucky.

“Hey now…” you lean in to whisper in his ear.

“You know you still make me wet with or without that villain's quirk.”

He smacks your ass and adds a quick “let’s go.”

Kirishima waves you both down at a corner booth in the little cafe. He pats the seat next to him for you to sit down, you do without question. You think nothing of it because he is one of your close friends and coworkers.

“How do you feel this morning?”

“Good as new thank you for asking.” You say with a smile on your face.

He looks at bakugou and back at you.

“What? You’re not sore at all from the beating he gave you last night?”

They both start laughing. You immediately get embarrassed for no reason at all.

“Um..no I’m not actually.” You smile down at your menu awkwardly. Luckily the waitress saves the day and asks for your order.

“Oh I’ll get an order of biscuits and gravy with a side of eggs and orange juice please.” The boys also order and as the waitress walks away the tension builds again. But nothing else is said about last night for the rest of breakfast. Or at least you thought it would be that way. After Kacchan pays for everyone’s meal. He looks at you.

We are gonna have a conversation. You respond with head nods, got it? Kiri too.

Butterflies build in your stomach. What is going on? You nod your head yes and look at Kirishima.

Don’t worry, everything is ok. No need to be uneasy. You nod your head meaning to say ok.

He looks at Kacchan and he nods.

“What the fu-

Shut up. This is between us 3. Kacchan thinks, glaring at you.

“If this is nothing to worry about, why can’t we just talk somewhere privately?”

Because I know how much this turns you on. You cross your legs trying to tame the heat between them. You shake your head and look down at the table.

You look at Kirishima, curious as to how he fits into that last sentence.

What do you say? Us 3. Tonight. Don’t worry I’ll take good care of you. If you’re uncomfortable with anything I will stop. Just give me the word. His rough hand slides up your thigh sending chills down your spine.

I just find you extremely attractive and after what Katsuki told me I can’t stop thinking about you. He doesn't mind either as long as at the end of the day he gets you all to himself.

You look over at Kacchan with questioning eyes.

It’s okay with me as long as it’s okay with you. I’ve fucked both of you so it will be a lot of fun for me.

Your jaw drops and you look at Kiri.

I assume he told you we fucked. We do from time to time.

“I- I don’t know what to say.”

Just imagine. His eyes go to Kirishima for a split second and then back to you. You get to tease us both, all you want.

You feel Kiri’s hand slide between your legs and you look around to see no one in sight. You open your legs giving him permission to do whatever he wants. You’ve never been so excited and nervous at the same time in your life. You look back up at Kacchan.

And I get to sit here and watch you squirm.

Kiri’s hand slides between your legs, moving your panties to the side and sliding his fingers over your opening.

You see Kacchan looking at Kiri but you never lose eye contact with him. He looks back at you.

In fact I get to watch you both squirm.

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Synopsis: Summer is swiftly coming to a close and the only way you know how to cope is through drowning every sorrowful thought you have with a few white pills washed down with vodka at Chargebolt's lavish house parties. Bedding any cute soul that looks your way and the routine is getting monotonous, begging the universe for a change. And change comes in the form of burning ember eyes that sear into your skin. When you find out they belong to the notorious villain Dynamight you begin to question just how cruel fate could be.

Warnings: Blood, biting, scratching, smut, choking, spitting, diet pet play, throat fucking, 18+, major drug and alcohol use and themes, undertones of depression and yandere, NON CON/DRUGGING

A/N: just filthy smut written in an afternoon wc 4k

End of Summer Bash Collab Master List

The moon hung high in the sky, dancing in the ripples of the large in-ground pool, the mirror disrupted by the moving bodies in the water. Lightning bugs flickering as they blended in with the faerie lights overhead.

The usual symphony of crickets and cicadas that scream into the night is drowned out by the deep bass pouring out of the speakers. Loud enough to shake the glass of the windows when the beat pulses, trying desperately to keep up with the beating hearts of the crowd. Solo cups high in the air as they sway their bodies to the music, lost in endless drink and drugs. Air cool but far from cold as the smell of leaves drying lingers in between the vodka sprites and powdery white stuffed in noses.

Summer was dying.

And so were you.

Least it feels that way as you throw back another heavy handed drink only for the cute electric blonde to fill it right back up.

"Thirsty huh?" He shouts, passing your cup with your name scrawled on the front.

"Dying of it." You giggle back, giving him a wink as his smile turns devilish. Jumping right into the crowd, dancing and grinding on whoever was lucky enough to be behind you. Kissing whoever was in front of you as the summer cools on your skin.

You always spent August like this, the second the night dipped into cooler temperatures you dipped lower into the eves of your mind. Chasing the proverbial sun in the shape of a white rectangle pill. Swallowing all five letters whole. The men who passed them out to you like candy would smile like the two of you had just shared a well kept secret.

Like it turned them on, which sure spoke about the crowd you kept but who the fuck cares. You were young, here for a good time and hopefully not a long time.

Another year sets in summer for you and sadly your years are shorter than they are for others. Starting in early spring and stretching until summer could no longer keep its claws sunk deeply into early fall days.

Til those molten claws steamed and cooled into harden rock that was sure to freeze in the coming months.

Just like you did.

Frozen but not in time.

Never.

If anything it moved faster by the time you came to, realized just how much time was lost sitting by the window and watching the grass brown under harsh frost, the leaves turn to snow.

Born in winter but made for summer months.

The Gods were cruel weren't they?

Had a laugh when they made you, you who can only function for four months out of the year, five if you were lucky.

And just like a star you burned hotter when you realized you were dying.

Before the inevitable explosion that would force all of the heat out of your bones.

So burning through men, women, two pills and countless drinks was normal.

At least for you.

Any cute face that caught your attention got those half lidded eyes that seemed to seduce anyone. A beckoning of your finger and the siren call of your moan in their ear all night.

That'd be all they get though.

It's not unusual for you to feel eyes tracing your skin tight clothes. Black as you mourned the death of summer. Tight halter cropped top, fishnets a bit under your natural waist while black shorts hugged your thick hips and thighs. There were plenty of predators at house parties like this, teeming with men and women on the prowl for a good time and an even better fuck.

But nothing felt like the molten crimson gaze that raked down your skin as if he were committing you to memory. Even with your eyes closed you could feel him move around the room as he stalked you. It sent a jolt to your numb chest, a spasm that seemed to keep the creeping frost at bay.

Maybe he'd be your score of the night, not that you knew what his face looked like. Having only opened your eyes enough to make quick contact and by the time they opened again he was gone. Perched in another spot as if he were circling closer. Still you stayed where you were, uncaring if you were being hunted.

If you were prey, like a sitting duck in the wide open lake while a rifle was pointed at your back.

Let him pull the trigger if he wants to.

Someone has to put you out of your misery.

Suddenly smoking caramel wafts over you, a presence you cannot ignore pressed close you. Looming as it causes your throat to constrict but you keep your eyes closed and continue to dance.

Crushed solo cup in the air with all the others.

"Look so fuckin pathetic ya know." He growls in your ear, pressing your ass to his pelvis, "Sad in a crowd. Tragic."

"Hmmm?" A flirty lit, winding your hips into his growing hard on, "And how would you know huh? If I'm sad?"

"Been watching you," Rough tone and then his thumb comes and swipes at your cheek, "Tears are a dead give away."

It makes your hips stutter but like a true hunter he keeps you captured in his grasp. Hand keeping your hips glued to his as he guides them to the rhythm. When you turn to look at him, thinking maybe he's high, it's startling to see the stone sober sharp gaze that cuts you to your core.

When had you started to cry?

You don't have much time to ponder the question as he takes the flat of his tongue and swipes it up your cheek. Tasting the salty tears and the groan he lets out freezes you to your spot.

He felt otherworldly.

Most pros did, lurking around the parties Chargebolt held in hopes of sliding in between someone's thighs or lips. They needed ten times more the amount of pills, coke or vodka to feel anything. At least anything close to how plastered you were.

You were used to the rough possession that could come from Pro Heroes finally letting go but he hadn't had a drop or a gram. Eyes boring into yours as you try to rack your brain for where you've seen these poison bromine eyes before.

"Took ya two weeks to notice me." He glares down at you, "Not bad for a quirkless nobody."

His words cut deep, bone deep as they slash through your brittle ribs and rips the tender beating muscle beneath right open.

Fear tries to bubble up beneath all of the rectangle pills and clear burning liquid you used to wash them down but instead it morphs. Trapped in your guts as it turns hot.

Molten, like you want to be as it melts and pools between your thighs.

"You like being stalked though, don't you?" He chuckles and it sounds sinful and deadly, "Ya know how many times you've stopped me from ending one of these shit parties early?"

You shake your head and he presses his cheek to yours, making you look around the amassed bodies that bump, grind and long for something more than what they've got.

Drowning out those dark thoughts and impulses that lingered a little too closely to the service.

Seems like the man behind you didn't have to worry about that. Seems like he indulged them more than others. His fingers are hot on your cheeks.

"They should thank you really. Be kissing yer fuckin shoes." Suddenly he bites you harshly at the apex where your shoulder and throat meet. You let out a yelp but no one can hear you over the music or too riddled with stimulates or downers to care.

It hurts, it really fucking hurts how harshly he digs his pearly whites into your skin, when he pulls away there is blood coating his teeth. He makes a show of running his tongue over them and you feel his cock twitch against your ass.

"Thirteen." That smokey caramel smell grows rapidly in your nose pairing quickly with the heat at your rib. It hurts and you furrow your brow as you look at him, "Don't worry. I ain't gonna burn ya. Yet."

"I still wanna fuckin play." He reaches into his pocket and in his large palm is a small pill, "Ya like these don't ya?"

His expression sours as he grits his teeth when you don't respond, "Don't try to fucking lie."

You nod, tryin to bring back your usual flirty tone "Dying for it."

He pauses when he hears that, makes a nasty, sadistic smirk curl on his lips before he pops the pill into his mouth holding it between his teeth so you can read those familiar five letters embedded in the chalky rectangle. His tongue swirls over it pulling it into his mouth and when you think he'll swallow he leans towards you. Burning your exposed skin just enough you yelp and he can slip his tongue into your mouth. As he does you taste the familiar coating of the pill dissolving. He holds your throat now, tightly squeezing as he silently tells you to swallow.

Shit, shit, shit, this was going way over your normal dosage. In a matter of minutes the room was going to be spinning at the speed of the Earth on its axis and you'd be powerless to stop it.

To keep up with the wolfish man behind you.

"Come on pretty girl. I know you can handle it." He delights in the fact that he knows you can't. If he's been watching you as closely as he says he has then he would know your limits by now. You always stayed at the fringe of black out, never nose diving right into it.

At least not in the last few years.

It hits you as the vodka blurs your vision for just a minute, just exactly who you're standing next to.

The infamous Dynamight, the one who's blown up government buildings and hero's heads on live streams.

Your eyes flutter, another tear slipping down your cheek that he laps up.

Ironic isn't it? How you begged for an actually exciting party tonight and the universe was giving you exactly what you wanted.

"'M getting bored." He says after a few moments as he smiles, watching Deku come in through the back patio and Redriot shouting directions to Shoto on how to get here, "Sounds like we've got time to kill."

He presses you even harder into his erection, giving a lazy rut of his hips.

"Seen you give this pussy away like it's nothin. Bet it's special, huh? You never fuck the same person twice." He looks over the faces you've seen before too, "You must be like me, huh? Get bored easy?"

When you don't react he smiles, leaning down to look directly into your eyes as he tilts his head.

"Or you're too much aren'tchya? They can't handle this can they?" His voice is so fucking rough and it matches how harshly he cups your pussy. Another yelp and he shudders, "Lead the fuckin way."

He steps away from you but keeps one strong hand on your skin, sliding down your arm and lacing into your fingers. His palm against yours is electric, sending you down an even more confused spiral. Thoughts clouded with what he could do to you now, that fear ebbing away again.

Guiding him to the bedroom upstairs you always used, Chargebolt's because he had the best bed and when your bag for the night wasn't good enough Kaminari was a good fuck to wake up to.

The only man you've fucked more than once because he knew how to send a jolt of his quirk straight from his finger to your clit.

And Dynamight already proved his quirk control with how he burned away parts of your shorts but not your skin or hell even your fishnet tights.

The second the door closes he locks it, lifting you up by your waist and tossing you onto the bed. Leaning in to bite the other side of your neck harshly. It burns, but with what's in your system it feels more like the sun kissing at your skin in warning that you'll burn if you stay paralized in its bliss.

"Gotta give my baby a matching set." He says as he pulls away, running his tongue over his bloody teeth again shivering, "Fuck ya are a dirty slut huh?"

His mood switches again from playful to deadly, reminding you of an agitated lion, he bares his teeth grabbing your throat so harshly you think you'll pass out.

"I don't like a silent dinner. Speak."

"Woof." It's sarcastic and choked under his crushing grip but it makes his eyes widen. Makes him let up and laugh genuinely.

"Good girl." He growls, grabbing onto your shorts roughly at your hips and letting his quirk go. Little explosions burn away the thick denim and the warmth makes your cunt leak. When he gets to the fishnets he rips with ease and notices you don't have anything covering your pretty pussy.

You watch the lust morph on his face as he takes a slow blink like he can't believe it and the power rush it gives you is better than any high you'd had in a long time.

His dark eyes flicker up to meet yours and that sadistic smile is back.

"Fuckin knew it." He shoves two warm fingers into your cunt just to hear you yelp again. He loves the sound, loves the surprise and fear that rushes past your vocal cords. He finds that spongy spot in you with ease. As if he's explored you before. He keeps the pressure constant as he pumps his fingers in and out of you harshly. Reaching up to rip the front of your shirt to free your bouncing tits. The sight makes him growl as he ruts into the bed for relief. Leaning over, mouth hovering over your throbbing clit.

"Fuckin speak."

"Woof." Its whiny this time and he laughs into your cunt before he latches his mouth onto your needy sex and sucks harshly. Your fingers dig into his hair and scratch at his scalp, "Dynamight"

You slur his name and he humps the bed again. You're so close already, panting as your head swims unbelievably. Throat dry from gasping to catch your breath and suddenly you snap. Yelling loudly as he pulls two from you so quickly you can hardly think. He watches you squirm under him with delight and you cum again.

"S too much." You try pushing his head from between your legs as he continues to suck and pump into your cunt, easily he throws your legs wide open, coming off of your heat with a lewd pop.

"I say when it's too much." He growls, "Keep cummin on my tongue. You're fuckin delicious."

He withdrawals his fingers just to shove his fat tongue into your tight cunt, thumb swiping against your abused clit. You keen and cum harshly when he groans, legs shaking.

He climbs up you, his muscular body dwarfing yours before his giant hand finds your cheek. Letting his thumb slide over your lips before he grabs your chin roughly, forcing your mouth open as he presses the pad onto the wet muscle harshly.

He groans at the sight of your tongue curling around his digit, his throat bobbing as he gathers the sweet taste of your cum to mix with his saliva. Poetic in his twisted sense, how the two of you melded together so seamlessly, he needed you to know that.

To taste it on your own, not just the pleasure from his angel cunt but what it was like with a piece of him mixed in. Staring up at him as he hovers over you with his imposing size. Bromine eyes glow as his tongue peeks over his bottom lip slowly. The thick liquid drips from the tip before he spits it into your pretty throat.

It's salty, sweet as it dances on your tongue and makes you wither beneath him. He forced your plush lips shut, palm around your tender throat like a steel vice.

His eyes burn into yours with a silent command that you can easily read in his blown pupils. He feels your adam's apple move as you so obediently swallow.

Fuck you were so bad.

"Ya want this cock? Want me ta ruin fuckin for you?" He hums, after he swirled his tongue around your mouth, feeling how you swallow under his palm.

"Yes, Dynamight." You buck your hips into his and grind against the dark fabric of his pants. He groans, smiling down at you. At how perfect you looked already and how much better you'd look totally fucked out.

"Bakugou." He corrects and you nod, swallowing before you taste his name for yourself.

"Bakugou." You moan, "Please ruin me."

He takes pause and you say it again, thinking he didn't like how it sounded the first time.

And then again when he still doesn't move.

"Please, please Bakugou ruin me." You're twisting the sheets with how you fist them and move your feet, "Dying for it."

"Ya just might" He purrs, "When I'm through with ya, yer not gonna be able to make this pussy cream without me."

Removing his shirt and shoving his pants and boxers down, the grenades in the pockets of the black cargo pants jingle from the motion. He takes his cock and roughly rubs it through your sticky folds until it catches on your entrance for the third time, forcing his way into you in one thrust. Your sharp nails latch at his back, bringing deep starches into the toned skin.

"Harder." He hisses and you comply, even leaning up as best as you can while he moves the whole bed with his force. Sinking your teeth into his skin. He howls and the sound makes you cum as metallic copper explodes on your tongue. You give a rough suck to pull more into your mouth and he gently nudges your face away with his cheek. Voice different than usual, almost softer but just for a moment.

"Careful, my quirk makes my blood dangerous." He smiles at you, loves to see a part of him in your mouth. He gasps beneath him, panting as you run your tongue over your teeth like had before. Another genuine laugh

"Ya trying to fuckin make me fall in love haaaah?" He speeds up, feeling you clenching him so hard he could cum. He's breaking rules already. Stopping his plans way too many times just because you caught his eye. Time and time again he said he should just blow the house sky high, you inside or not. Because when had he fucking cared before?

But as your cunt keeps pulling him back in, begging for him to stay it's hard for him to think straight. It's not as if he planned to keep a souvenir from this endevor before he stalked you around Denki's house but now?

Now he just might.

"Fuck." He groans, pressing your legs closer to your chest, watching you stare up at him as if he were a God, his name thick on your tongue. Body limp as you cream his cock over and over, taking what the loving God gives.

His stomach clenches tightly with the urge to cum but he can't allow himself, not yet. Not when he wants to use that pretty mouth of yours as his personal cock sleeve. Abruptly he pulls out and when you whine in protest he smiles.

"I'm feeling generous, wanna give you another taste of my pussy." He leans away from you, pulling your ankles to yank you down the bed so he can come and kneel behind your head.

"Don't ya want another taste, pretty girl?" He taunts and that pill is kicking in as you blink up at him so slowly. Tongue lolling out of your lips to show how big your mouth could get. His cock jumps and eyes roll in his head.

You were going to be the death of him.

He takes his blunt nails and scratches against your scalp, making sure you won't totally pass out on him, even tests your consciousness by squeezing your throat gently and when your eyes blow wide like you need more he smirks.

Sliding in slowly until he knows his cock is at the back of your throat, giving an experimental thrust to see if he can feel his cock in your throat. When he can he thinks he's gonna cum when you swallow around him.

"Taste good don't ya?" You hum your affirmation around him before he ruts his hips. Low and slow, his fat sac tightening already.

"Gonna explode in this pretty mouth." Squeezing again and panting as he starts to chase his own high pulling out just enough he has to stroke part of himself as he cums on your tongue.

It tastes good, addictive as the spicy sweet heat of his cum comes in delicious spurts. Closing your mouth but he grabs your throat roughly before you can swallow. Tapping his hand with your finger he lets go as you try to get up.

"Lemme see." He growls and you open your mouth. Tongue twitching as the cum and extra saliva drips from the tip.

"Fuck. Wish I had my phone." Gently he closes your mouth, "Swallow."

You make a show of it, body weak now that he's cum, whining as you lean towards him. Nose pressed into the crook of his throat.

"Ya can't be here any longer." He warns, voice that weird soft tone again and you pout. Eyes fluttering from the weight of all the drink and pills, "Gonna end badly if you stay while I let loose."

But it didn't matter, you were already softly snoring against his tacky skin. He sucks his teeth, what did it matter if he did leave you here anyway.

He thinks he'll abandon you until he hears the window shaking bass come back to the forefront of his thoughts. He had time, had plenty of time. Besides the longer the party went on the more they'd smoke, drink, snort and fuck. The more vulnerable these assholes would be.

And the easier it would be to blow up the whole fucking house of extras, sending them straight to hell.

His lips curl into a manic smile at the thought and then the fan of your breath brings him to the here and now.

He gently settles the two of you down into a lying position, pulling the luxury blanket over the two of you. As he sighs out, what was he gonna do with the adrenaline rush he'd have after he killed all these people?

Fucking his fist couldn't be an option anymore now could it?

The onset silence startles you awake, only the sound of the cicadas echoes through the quiet house. The clock reads 3:33am in bloody red. Your head was pounding, your throat raw, and your legs felt like jelly.

What the fuck happened?

You look at the sleeping brute blonde and a shiver runs down your eyes as your sober eyes see so much more. His whole right arm scarred from his fingers up to your deep bite mark on his throat. Chest scared in the shape of a wound that should have killed him reading over his heart and two smaller ones in his other shoulder and hip.

What had this man been through?

It didn't matter, especially as his warning finally registered.

"Can't be here any longer."

Fuck

Shit

Fuck!

You don't even have any clothes to put back on, he ruined them all. You steal his cotton black t shirt and dig in Kaminari's drawers as quietly as possible for shorts.

Hastily jumping into them as you tiptoe to the sliding glass that leads to the balcony. It wouldn't be the first time you climbed down the side of this multimillion dollar home but with Bakugou lying just a few feet away shot your nerves.

Your hand wraps around the wooden handle to pull it open before a giant palm stops the door before slapping it to the back of your neck.

"Ya think imma let you walk out on me after I've had you barkin for me?" He holds your nape tightly and his other hand snakes to your ribs to pull you flush with his bare chest.

This time he doesn't just burn the shirt, this time the skin under your breast starts to bubble under his touch as he brands you as his. Starting at you in the reflection of the sliding glass door. Eyes deadly as that fuckin sadistic smirk returns.

"Speak."

Summer was dying

Tears fall down your cheeks and for the third time he presses his tongue to your soft skin to collect them, lips trembling around the word.

And so was a piece of you.

"Woof"

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